He did as he was bid, more than a little flustered by the thought of acting so causally with Fingon the Valient. But, he did not wish to cause him ire. So, he sat again, red as a tomato, trying very hard not to stare.

"I appologize, lord. I am sworn to Lady Galadriel, and was until recently in command if the Galadhrim. I would not want her to think me rude to her kin, especially you."

How many times had he pretended to be him while playing with his brothers as children? He remembered it like it was but last year. Running though the trees with swords carved of wood-his thoughts slammed to a halt as one fear crossed his mind. Could Fingon also see into his mind?